Dark Souls √

22

Love is a drop of blood in a pool of tears.

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She stared at him having no expectation from the future she had enough of his anger. Was she ready to fight? Of course she was. Was she having the strength to fight? No, she was not having any fucking strength left inside her after what he made her feel. She felt used, humiliated, embarrassed and more than anything it was hurt she felt the most.

He walked to her slowly waiting for a chance to prey on her. She forgot to breath anticipating his next step. She has lost all her strength at this moment because of her stupidity.

The moment he moved away from the car, the bright headlight hit her eyes hard making her blink few times.

He sat on his right knee with his left hand placed on his left thigh as he stared at her reading her eyes. She continued staring back at him. He caressed her cheek softly as she closed her eyes stopping herself from slapping him.

His finger traced her neck as she bit her lips feeling disgusted at this moment.

"Told you", he whispered before gripping her shoulder pulling her close to him making her open her eyes immediately.

"You can try running. If you think I would never find your smart self, than you are so wrong", he told her as she continued staying silent.

"See now your delicate legs are hurting as well because of all the stupid running you did. I don't like it when you hurt yourself with your nonsense stunts. Why don't you just give up running and come in my arms happily", he asked as she looked the other side.

"If you think I am going to give up this easily than you don't know me till now", she whispered softly. Her throat was sore after all the crying.

"Alright. It was my responsibility to tell you. Now it's your decision. My little wife, you got tied with me the day I filled the vermilion in your hair partition. There is no running away now. Not anymore", he said in a fake sympathetic way. She denied to look at him as he continued staring at her with a blank face. 

After few seconds, he held her chin making her look at him. He traced her lower lip still staring deeply in her eyes.

"Stop biting them", he whispered before wrapping her one arm around her shoulder and the other under her knee picking her up walking to his car silently. She didn't make any struggle to free herself knowing how futile they would be.

He put her inside the car and made her wear the seatbelt before himself settling in the driving seat.

"This was not difficult. Now was it?", he asked referring to her agreeing to him and settling inside without much drama. She didn't answer and kept looking outside. She gulped her tears as he drove to the hell he created for her.

He stopped infront of the house they were staying and got outside. He picked her up before walking inside. He kicked the door open of his bedroom and made her sit on the bed.

She continued looking down on the bedsheet as he walked out of his room to the living room where all guards were waiting for him. He walked to the head of his safety team.

Before the guy could say anything he was met with a hard slap making him stumble back.

"What if something happened?", Randhir questioned holding his collar daring him to say anything.

"What if some other person got hold of her? Why am I paying you all? You can't even make sure that my wife is staying back home", He asked glaring at every person.